"Justina Robson - Silver Screen" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robson Justina)

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тАШHey,тАЩ said Fergus in a low, menacing tone. He smacked RoyтАЩs arm away,
but Roy just let it fly with the blow and it swung back to his side.
тАШMaybe God took my missing pen case, too,тАЩ Roy suggested, his face
angelic, blue eyes looking up at the girl. тАШMaybe He is responsible for everything
thatтАЩs gone missing or hasnтАЩt got an explanation. What a great idea. But wait a
second.тАЩ He held his arm out to forestall a step forwards by the first girl who had
spoken. тАШIf God created us from a hot rock, maybe he created 898 as well, and
maybe it has quite a long way to go before it starts beating old God at chess, huh?
Maybe we arenтАЩt the end of the line.тАЩ
тАШWe are GodтАЩs image,тАЩ the religious girl said, holding her ground.
 тАШAh, human supervenience,тАЩ Roy said, appearing to lapse into a whimsical
introspection. тАШWhat a charming idea. How very Victorian.тАЩ He walked up to her
and, instead of lifting his head up, spoke directly to her neck. тАШHow very fucking
stupid. How did they let you in here? Did you walk in following the dog when the
gate was open?тАЩ Sky-blue eyes measured them all, one by one, with excruciating and
passionate hatred. The contrast of his pure features and the emotion was shocking,
and made the force of it double. They all took a step away from him, even as their
own faces twisted into ugly expressions.
Jane didnтАЩt move from her original position. Only her eyes flicked back and
forth, coolly assessive. There was a time of stillness and silence as we all waited to
see what would happen next.
тАШWell, if it is smarter than us ... why does it do everything we say?тАЩ the first
girl demanded.
All eyes stared at Roy.
тАШAh, a mote of intelligence at last,тАЩ he said, unable to keep himself from
sneering, but apparently pleased. тАШCould it be because we have it completely
cornered for the time being and it knows that if it stops, then we can destroy it and
that, being such great and worthy and Godlike beings, we wouldnтАЩt hesitate? ThatтАЩs
how smart and generous we are as a race, you see. Kill anything that doesnтАЩt
comply. I bet ... I bet you even have nightmares about AIs deciding that the human
race is a needless plague upon the face of the deep тАУ um, donтАЩt you?тАЩ He began to
walk, pacing rapidly back and forth around the corral we had created so that we had
to twist and turn to keep him in view. тАШPow!тАЩ He made two guns with his hands and
shot each of the three silently. тАШYouтАЩre dead for being stupid enough to create me!
Hahaha! Pow! Pow!тАЩ And he ran in a tiny circle laughing, jiggling his guns at
shoulder height and suddenly shooting an arm out here or there to randomly murder
one of the audience. Someone behind me gave a nervous giggle.
тАШOooh, look!тАЩ he exclaimed, running faster, tighter, looking at the bewildered
faces of the taller ones with an animal light, raw and hungry. тАШWho am I? Who am I?
Pow! Pow! DonтАЩt you recognize me by my merciful acts? Blam! YouтАЩre dead. Oh,
sorry, youтАЩre a waste of time. Pow! ItтАЩs me. ItтАЩs God Himself. Take that!тАЩ He
dropped his six-guns and grabbed an invisible machine-gun to plough us all down
into the dust. тАШNy-ahah-ahahah!тАЩ
Everyone, including the three he was attacking, was so bemused that nobody
moved.
тАШSee, thatтАЩs your fantasy of God the destroying, jealous creator. Only itтАЩs
you. ThatтАЩs me. IтАЩm you. You stupid, fuckwit idiots with your aggravated fear
response. Nothing but a bunch of cheap endocrines desperate to make any case at
all for saving your worthless, shitty little lives. See, itтАЩs you who know youтАЩre a